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| The Bodging swings into Badsey... |
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| Bridleway: hence the two horses spectating later... |
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| I climbed out of the trenches: very WW1... |
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| The Flag and Chair, Badsey's new pub... |
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| The Royal Worcesters gave up the idea of painting white lines in No Man's Land when they reached the barbed wire... |
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| Badsey, at last... |
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| God watches over the Rangers from his tower in the distance... |
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| Conservatory, or dugout? |
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| Badsey's Army Assault Course... |
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| Houses responsible for a few drainage problems. I hate people, don't you? |
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| Hardly enough cover for a windy, rainy evening... |
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| This IS Badsey... |
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| The Directors' seats... |
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| Undulating pitch leading to a smart copse of trees... Not quite Lye Town. |
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| Not quite a huddle... |
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| The Town and the country... |
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